"If you want to wield this treasure sword, you must know the Luo Sect's Xiandu Zishe Hand Seal! Fellow Daoist, I know it—if you want to learn, I can teach you."
Li Huowang didn't show any surprise at these words. Instead, his face carried a half-amused, half-mocking expression as he looked at him. "I guess... learning the Luo Sect's cultivation technique must take quite a while, right?"
"So, in order to learn this technique, I'd have to keep you alive. As long as you keep stalling and don't tell me, you can stay alive, isn't that right?"
Seeing his little trick had been exposed, most of the fear faded from that deformed little head. He split his mouth, full of rotten teeth, and gave Li Huowang a sycophantic smile.
"Nobody wants to die, right? How about this, since Han Fu is already dead anyway, you pry me off and wear me—why not? It's all about being a Nascent Soul; it doesn't matter whose Nascent Soul I am, I could be yours!"
